SCARLETT“You asked for me,” With a cautious tone, I stick my head into Evelyn’s office, the manager of Milton Cafe. A few months ago I wouldn’t even look to this kind of low level cafe for my taste, and now I’m so grateful to even have a job in it.“Yeah,” She replies, not raising her head up from her laptop. “Scott called in sick, you’ll have to fill in for him tonight.”“What? No, I can’t,” I reply sharply, only to realize that counts as “talking back” under Evelyn’s stern glare.I’m learning to drop the “princess way” already, just not fast enough.Tomorrow is Thursday, the only day of the week I get to visit dad in prison. I prepared his favourite meal, and the thought of his happy face when he sees that is what’s been carrying me through my life nowadays.Pulling a night shift would make that impossible and I still have my final year thesis to work on. I am way behind on the school stuff and I need to catch up ASAP.Evelyn closes her laptop slowly, pushing down her glasses to gla
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